The Irish standard., 1887-12-17

ATURDAY, DECEMBER
briskly.
Wake up, : i'm, don't you hear me-
calling you? I've been looking for you
everywhere; oh, do wake up before the
train comes. like a good boy!'
But her efforts were unAvailing, for
Tim gave no token Of hearing her, SO
putting her arms around him she tried
| to lift him from the track but found
she could not move him in the least.
/ And now sound fell on her ear that
curdled the blood in her veins-a distant
roaring, as of thunder. which be-
tokened coming train. 1t might be
miles away as yet, but was rushing on
ward with fearful speed through the
dark and silent night.
In an agony of terror Mamie once
more essayed to raise her brothers
prostrate form, while with piteous ac-
cents she implored him to awake; but
she could neither rouse nor move him
and in utter despair she cast herself on
the track and putting her arm tenderly
over him resolved that if she could not
save him, she could at least perish with
him.
| Courage, Mamie! Don't give up
now, after the dangers you have already
braved, but call once more on God, who
alone can aid you in this hour of peril.
| Suddenly, as if inspired, she sprung
to her feet, and flying toward the ap-
preaching train waved her lantern
wildly to and fro The keen-eyed en-
gineer saw the faint streak of light, re-
yersed the lever, blew the shrill sigma!
down brakes and the mighty engine
came to a standstill few rods from
where Mamie stood.
| In few minutes, strong hands lifted
poor Tim from the track, and physi-
clan, who happened to be on the train,
made hasty examination to see if life
were extinct.
L am afraid the boy is dead,' he an
nounced, as he dropped the limp hand
he held.
! tuush!' said kind-faced gentleman,
who stood near. 'or the little girl will
hear you.'
| But Mamie did not hear him. She
was pickle z up her brothers hat and
crutch and small bundle, that had
fallen from his arms when they raised
him from the ground, and in which
were the specimens of carving that had
cost poor Tim so dearly.
Tenderly the crippled form was borne
into car, where second examination
revealed that the boys heart still beat,
though feebly. Restoratjves were ad
1ninistered. and after time Tim was
able to tell how his foot caught in one
OF the ties. as he was hurrying along
the track, and, falling forward, he
struck his head with such force as to
render him unconscious. With tears
in his eyes he told the story of his Jour-
neY with its grief and disappointment.
When he had finished, a agentleman who
had been an interested listener, stepped
forward and said:
I am the man you went to see, my
boy, and have to-day heard from the
gentleman who gave yon my address,
such a good account of you that have
resolved to take you under my care and
afford you opportunities for cutivating
your talents.
/ Tins pale face gloy7ed with pleasure
at the kind words.
| 'Oh, sir, you are very kind, but can
not leave my sister,
| Don't think of me, 1'lm,' cried
Mamie. who was delighted at such
prospects for MIN. You know I can
take care of my self
No. interrupted their new-found
friend, you sneak rightly, my boy, but
do MOI think for moment that would
separate you from your sister after her
noble conduct tonight. No, shall
take you both to my home, and from
henceforth you shall he as my own
Children
And SO they went TO live with the
gentleman, who sent them to schools,
where they were instructed not only in
the arts and sciences, but in the truths
of religion, of which they were scarcely
less ignorant. aud Tim spent all his
| leisure time inspecting the rare and
| beautiful works Of art which adorned
the home of his bepefactor, as we'll as
those which excited his wonder and ad-
miration on the day when he first car
ried the crude little specimens Of bis
skill to the city. When he grew older
his kind friend and patron sent him to
Rome to study art under the protection
Of the generous man who first recog-
nized his talents, and thus the boys
brightest dream was realized.
Amid such surroundings Tim g genius
developed rapidly and he is to day a
famous sculptor.
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